Young love is errant, but it needs to get around;
The time and practice make it strong and sound.
That bull you fear, you petted when it wasn't big;
What now you sleep beneath was once a twig.
That little stream, in gaining waters as it goes,
Grows stronger, till at last a river flows. (Ovid)

Young love is errant, but it needs to get around; The time and practice make it strong and sound. That bull you fear, you petted when it wasn't big; What now you sleep beneath was once a twig. That little stream, in gaining waters as it goes, Grows stronger, till at last a river flows.

Ovid

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